Iago In Brentwood:              
How Mark Fuhrman Got Away With Murder


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Foreword by George E. Garrison

 

Chapter 1:    A NATIONAL IQ TEST   1


Chapter 2:    GETTING AWAY WITH MURDER    15


Chapter 3:    BEYOND DOUBT   37


Chapter 4:    THROUGH THE EYES OF A KILLER 45


Chapter 5:    THE PROPER VERDICT   55


Chapter 6:    THE NEXT SKIRMISH    71


Chapter 7:    PEOPLE LIKE JAMAL  79


Chapter 8     CYBER-CIVIL WAR     91


Chapter 9:    COURAGE   99


Chapter 10:  WORDS AND THINGS   113


Chapter 11:  BACK ON TRACK    129


Chapter 12:  OUR RIGHTS    137


Chapter 13:  OUR BIGGEST PROBLEM    153


Chapter 14:  UNIMPRESSED    169


Chapter 15:  WHAT HAVE WE BECOME    187


Chapter 16:  VINDICATION    211


Chapter 17:  INTERSECTING WORLDS    233


Chapter 18:  ADDRESSING THE ISSUE     255


Chapter 19:  NO SUCH ALLEGATIONS    265


Chapter 20:  THE THRILL OF VICTORY   285


Chapter 21:  HITTING THE TARGET   303


Chapter 22:  IN THE NAME OF THE CHILDREN     315


Chapter 23:  FUHRMAN’S POLYGRAPH    333


Chapter 24:  BEATING THE MACHINE    345


Chapter 25:  A MINOR DISAGREEMENT    353


Chapter 26:  DETAILS    379


Chapter 27:  THE SCIENCE OF REASON    393


Chapter 28:  SLEIGHT OF HAND    417


Chapter 29:  FUHRMAN AT THE MOVIES    429


Chapter 30:  BLOOD TRAIL    451


Chapter 31:  O.J.’S ALIBI   471


Chapter 32:  A MOUNTAIN OF EVIDENCE    487


Chapter 33:  IMAGE ASSASSINATION    515


Chapter 34:  PROFILE OF A KILLER    535


Chapter 35:  20 QUESTIONS    561


Chapter 36:  A CLOSER LOOK    583


APPENDIX    603

 

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O.J. basher/Fuhrman booster Vincent Bugliosi, who wrote the foreword to Mark Fuhrman’s Murder in Brentwood, is not the only O.J. expert with an outsized IQ. For Jasper Garrison, a cyberspace investigator and professional problem-solver with an IQ of 177, Bugliosi couldn’t be more wrong.

Garrison began his own search for truth with little reason to believe that O.J. could have been framed "unless the killer framed him. And only then if the killer was a man roughly O.J.’s height and build with a long list of other improbable qualifications. He had to have planned the frame as his primary goal with many months to prepare. He had to be able to steer the investigation in the direction he wanted it to go from the outset and to lie convincingly in the national spotlight. He had to have ready access to a light-colored sports utility vehicle and all of the collected evidence. He had to wear size-12 shoes. He would have required military training, a false alibi, a mammoth ego, a hell of a motive, and a partner with smaller feet and a deeper voice. He would have to know more than your average bear about history, psychology and the art of illusion. And that, is the short list."

Iago in Brentwood takes apart every scrap of evidence against Simpson, from the DNA to the precise angle at which his Bronco was parked and logically refutes it point by point. The author supports his claims with police photos, dozens of illustrations and direct quotes from trial transcripts and Fuhrman’s own words. He weaves a tightly knit tapestry of a killer cop obsessed with Hollywood in general and O.J. in particular. It’s a picture of a man willing to do anything to achieve wealth and fame at O.J.’s expense, a man whose inspiration came from the principles of Nazi propaganda, Shakespeare’s Othello and mainstream films including Ricochet and all three movies in The Naked Gun series

Garrison makes a host of allegations that sound like reckless invitations to be sued. Is he worried? "Nope," he says, "It’s only libel if it ain’t so. The problem isn’t weak evidence or a lack of it; it’s getting people to look at it after they’ve seen the evidence against O.J. Most people know that first impressions count. What they don’t know is how much. To them, "O.J.’s guilt is a self-evident truth that no honest, rational human being can question. That’s why most people are so violently opposed to giving two seconds of thought to the idea that a nazi might have murdered a German woman and her Jewish lover to set up the famous African-American father of the woman’s two children… And that’s how Mark Fuhrman got away with murder."

Jasper Garrison is also the author of a sci-fi trilogy: The Random Factor, Doing Without, and Messiah. His first non-fiction book, The Invisible Warriors, was influential in President Clinton’s decision to send troops to Bosnia. His latest nonfiction book, a companion to Iago, is scheduled for publication in the Spring of 2001... A former combat soldier, Garrison won the Army Commendation Medal in 1971 as a demolition specialist with the elite 173rd Airborne Brigade in Vietnam. He is now a math model design leader at Ford Motor Company where he was a key player in winning three Motor Trend Car of the Year awards. All of his books can be read online without charge at www. smartfellowspress.com.

 

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IAGO IN A NUTSHELL

MY THESIS: O.J. didn’t do it; Fuhrman did. The quantity of evidence against Simpson is an invalid substitute for the quality that’s missing. The quality of blood, fiber, timeline, tampering and contamination evidence presented by the defense justified reasonable doubt. But the equation that follows from the uncertainty is unequivocal: If it wasn’t O.J., it had to have been a man with a laundry list of rare mental, physical and psychological attributes, specialized training, well-placed friends, and inside knowledge of the victims, the accused, and the California criminal justice system. He had to have a leading role in the investigation, a compelling motive for the killing and the framing, as well as opportunities to do both. That man exists. His name is Mark Fuhrman.

MY METHODOLOGY: First, I gathered all of the data I could to draw a profile of the killer. His height, shoe size, and access to both crime scenes were givens. He had to have been able to dispose of some evidence that would have incriminated him, whoever he was, and leave behind evidence that appeared to incriminate only O.J. Simpson. When I thought I had enough facts to work with, I picked the most likely scenario and ran with it as long as additional facts supported it. No new discoveries made under close inspection adhered to the assumption that it was O.J. Even the dramatic photos of him wearing Bruno Maglis tell a dramatically different story when you learn more about them and the men who produced them late in the civil case.

If O.J. was framed, he had to have enough in common with the killer to look guilty to the uncritical eye, which he did. Only the killer would have it all. Fuhrman had it all, right down to the unusual way he walked-with the toes of his size 12 shoes pointed straight ahead, like the bloody shoeprints left by the killer on Bundy. The more I looked into the possibility that it could not have been Fuhrman, the more evidence I found that it could have been no one else.

MY MOTIVATION: In 1991, 1 began writing a novel set in a future America where history can be recorded on film retroactively. By 1997, when I was trying to finish the last book of what had become a trilogy, I hit a snag. All of the work I’d done since the Bundy murders to get around the question of O.J.’s guilt or innocence was becoming increasingly implausible. The men in my projection of the future who ran the American mass media the way Jefferson Davis would have run his, had to know whether O.J. was guilty or not. It had to make a difference in whether or not they told the truth about it. My problem was, I didn’t know the truth myself.

The standard of proof set down in the civil trial had become the media’s license to be openly contemptuous of anyone who expressed doubt of O.J.’s guilt. It made it easier for them to forgive Fuhrman’s sins and to be increasingly supportive of him as the celebrity he had always wanted to be. If he was the man I thought he was, the implications for African-American men to start with-were chilling. If I could see it coming, so could he. Here was a pattern for image assassination that anyone with his foresight could see, and anyone with his ruthlessness could follow. If this was the path of the future, my trilogy wasn’t fiction; it was a sneak preview.

Most people who know my color assume they know my motive for accusing Fuhrman, an ex-Marine and Vietnam vet, of being a racist butcher of defenseless human beings. Those who know that my first nonfiction book was dedicated to Dennis Hammond, a Marine murdered in captivity by the Viet Cong, should know better. I’ve spent decades of my life and tens of thousands of dollars to fight the "racist murderer" image of Vietnam vets which has been falsely applied to men like Dennis and me for 30 years. Few things are as important to me as changing that image, of getting the history books right, no matter how unpopular the verdict.

--Jasper